Maxon was my best friend too. Well he was only one of my friends. I had Aspen, Marlee, and... well I never said I was the most popular. I'm a little bit shy, but I feel I can be myself with my friends. I have never been anywhere without Maxon. Now I see him about once every two weeks not counting school. It's not like he's mean to me, it's just he is always with Kris and never with me. Now that I was going to be part of the biggest rock band ever I would be the most popular person in school. I'm not sure that's what I want though. I picked up my phone and dialed a number that I hadn't done in what felt like years. I wasn't even sure he would answer, but it couldn't hurt to try. "Maxon?" I was pretty sure that he wasn't there but then I heard his voice. "America? Why are you calling? Do you need something? Are you hurt? Should I come over? Are you sad? Are you mad at me? Are you-" "Maxon," I cut him off ,"I'm fine. I was just wondering if you wanted to come over tonight?" There was a long silence. "Tonight?" He sounded scared that I would say yes. I wasn't sure why." Yeah, are you busy?" I asked. Another long silence. "Kris was going to come over tonight. Maybe tomorrow? Or are you busy?" Macon sounded sorry and I was sad I asked, and made him chose between Kris and I. He shouldn't have to do that. " I'll see you tomorrow at six. Is that okay?" I said hoping it would make him feel better. "Good." He sounded relived that I wasn't mad. "Bye." I said and then I hang up. Then I went to see if Aspen and Marlee were busy tonight.